Show(all) and tell(lies)

It had to happen. Somebody had to do it. Somebody had to push the envelope so far that it went over the cliff and out of sight, never to be found again. And that (ig)noble distinction belongs to none other than Messrs Justin Timberlake and Janet Jackson.

I am referring of course to the infamous boob popping incident by Justin Timberlake. I know he calls himself a pop star; but really, isn't that stretching your job description a little too far? The only thing this little act of daring achieved is a complete and total vilification of both the singers and MTV, who produced the show. Oh there are those who will say that a little flesh on TV is nothing to get your panties in a bunch over. The sad fact is that they would be right. The banality with which public display of sex is viewed in this country reached a new high (or low, depending on your viewpoint) on Superbowl Sunday.

'It's no big deal', people said,'The music industry has always been edgy'. But this isn't about the music industry. It's about football. It's about a game that for once lived up to all the hype and hoopla, and delivered everything expected from a Superbowl and then some. Its a pity that the day after the Superbowl, Janet's assets made more news than Carolina's heroics or Vinatieri's last-gasp field goal. And frankly speaking, her little display was quite lame (pun intended). She should really have given it more thought before exhibiting her antique wares in public in this manner.

Hopefully, in the future these chumps will leave all their shock and awe stuff for the MTV awards, which is what people watch to get their fix of crass sexual antics. Yes, yes, me too.

But the Superbowl I watch to see the Pats lose.

Oh well, there's always next time.